Page 43 of Stealing the Biker

Sounds simple enough. “Okay.” I close my eyes and pucker my lips, and he chuckles. His breath tickles my nose.

“Kiss me like you mean it. Like you’d kiss him if he were in my place.”

Heat flashes across my face. I suck in a breath and exhale. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. This doesn’t mean anything. “Let’s get in a practice kiss, then we’ll do it for real,” I tell him, but I’m trying to ease myself into it.

I can feel his lips curving into a smile as they press against mine. His kiss is soft and sweet. Nothing to freak out about. I relax more, leaning into him on instinct. Parting my lips, I slip my tongue between his as they open for me. He slides a hand into my hair and growls into my mouth.

He takes his kissing seriously. His tongue glides along mine and I nearly forget this is all for show. His other hand grips my hip, giving me a squeeze, and I feel him hardening beneath me.

I break away, pressing a hand to his chest to create some distance. “Um.” I roll my lips inward. “Did you get the picture?”

“Nope. That was the test run.” He grins at me and slips his arm around my back, pressing me forward. “I’ll get it this time.”

He snaps some pictures, but we don’t stop kissing.

Jonesy kisses me deeper with more tongue and I easily get lost in his touch as his fingers skim along the waist of my undies. “Let me touch you, Kie. I can make you forget all about Jimmy.”

I moan my consent. Right now, I just want to feel good and Jonesy is making that happen.

He touches me over my underwear, and I rock against his touch.

His teeth scrape down my neck. My skin is on fire. “You’ve got me so damn turned on. Feel.” He places my hand on his crotch.

Holy shit. This is moving fast. Maybe too fast, but part of me doesn’t want to stop.

When his mouth reaches my chest, I don’t pull away.

He hooks his fingers at either side of my bottoms. “Take your panties off.”

The vibration of my phone breaks our kiss. We pull away from each other, both a little breathless. I see Jimmy’s name flashing on the screen. Guilt festers in the pit of my stomach.

I glance at Jonesy, who’s already looking at me with a smug expression on his face.

“I think it worked.” I stare at my phone, scared as if Jimmy will somehow materialize right in front of me.

“Told you so.”

I pick up my phone and see that Jimmy has tried calling me more than once. I also discover a barrage of messages from him, asking what the hell I’m doing and who the guy in the photo is.

“Let me guess, he’s blowing up your phone?”

I nod, still unable to speak. This was more fun than I thought it would be.

Jonesy leans back against the tub, looking pleased with himself. “And so, phase one of Operation Make Jimmy Jealous is complete.”

“Phase one? I think we made our point.”

“If you say so. But you want to take this any further. I’m game.”

Chapter Fifteen

“I’ve got the next game.” I place a twenty on the ledge of the pool table.

“I’ll be happy to take your money.” Crawl lights up a joint and offers it to Trenton.

“You’re just trying to get me fucked up, so I’ll lose.” He waves him off and lines up his shot.

“Like you need my help to lose. You’re doing just fine on your own,” Crawl replies, grinning around the joint hanging out of his mouth.

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